This is a song about "Fake views"

But all she ever want me to do is unzip her jeans

Complex are their theories and their views, the metal speaks,

We hustle to survive

You changed my views of life

You're fake like costumes taste my exhaust fumes like the views?

Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice

You criticize my views too, it's the truth, my flow,

You going to the club though, you soaking in sorrow

Lookin' back at how the bullies were debatin' my views,

I'ma try to rhyme and get through, i'm documenting the truth

The people on rappad abhor your views

Yea, smoking loud enjoying my youth

I'm just trying to paint that picture, when i'm rhyming up in this booth

This smooth groove is soothing n' abusin' the clues used, improving your crude views